Damien’s POV
The penthouse felt too quiet without her.
I stood at the window, staring out at the city lights below. Elena had been gone for three days. Three days of silence. Three days of her choosing Sofia’s apartment over the life I had built for us and me honoring my promise to give her space even though every instinct screamed at me to go get her, to bring her back where she belonged.
The DNA truth had shattered everything. But I wasn’t ready to let it end us. I couldn’t. She was still mine. She would always be mine.
A sharp knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Reyes opened it without waiting for my answer. Lila stood there, elegant as always in a black dress, her expression a perfect mask of maternal concern.
“Damien,” she said softly, stepping inside like she belonged
